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A Cathartic Bloody Mary & Cheese Frenchies: My First Wartburg Homecoming

This weekend we heeded the “U-Rah-Rah Rah” cries of Wartburg College’s homecoming.

When Jake and I drove down Bremer Avenue in Waverly, Iowa I percolated with emotion, for this was my first visit back, since graduating in 2007. My stomach felt strange when I thought about how my mom was alive the last time I was on campus, cheering for me as I reached for my diploma.

We met a friend I used to work with at the college’s Writing/Reading/Speaking Lab (WRSL) at Duo’s, a coffee shop built after graduation. Since we were the only two former consultants in attendance, we giggled about how we were the smallest WRSL reunion in history.

I think it’s safe to speak for the other WRSL consultants when I say that we loved our jobs helping students improve their paper and speeches. Many of us became good friends who worked together for years. I don’t believe any one hired as a consultant ever left before graduation. Once a WRSL’er, always a WRSL’er.

Although I majored in Public Relations, we never discussed social media. Wartburg joined the Facebook network in 2005 and no one seemed to foresee the role it would play in business marketing.

Only once it ever occurred to me to take a picture of food. I wrote my friend’s name Leo on a plate with condiments at Perkins. Our early flip phone cameras took horrible photos and most of us lacked the internet plans to share them.

Now, I juggle several social media platforms and find myself saying, “My how times have changed,” more often than I’d like.

I used to think homecoming activities were unbearably cheesy. I enjoyed some of the festivities like the variety show, but would hardly say I “bled orange” (our school color), as they would say. This weekend, seven years later, I experienced the true spirit of homecoming along with alumni of all ages. Signs everywhere said “Welcome back!” and I felt like I had returned home.

Our mission in Waverly was simple. Drink at Joe’s Knight Hawk Lounge and eat at the East Bremer Diner.

Oh Joe’s. We never got too well acquainted, did we? Joe’s Knight Hawk is the bar perched on the edge of campus where the harder-core partiers gravitated. If something crazy happened, it probably went down at Joe’s. Others simply went to Joe’s to eat chicken wings and dance the night away.

I appeared at Joe’s twice. I wasn’t much of a drinker and hardly a dancer, preferring the company of friends watching Scrubs or playing candy poker. Looking back, I do wish I spent more time at Joe’s, but hindsight’s 20/20.

Joe's

The first thing I noticed was that the bar and pole along the dance floor was gone. Considering the state of most of the students who hoisted themselves up to dance around the pole, I wasn’t surprised.

We ordered Bloody Marys which was fitting since I drank my first Bloody Mary here during my senior year. I remember watching the bartender in utter fascination as he added Worcestershire sauce and black pepper to my first, non-fruity cocktail which I liked at first taste.

The beverages were so cheap, we struggled to drink our $10 credit card minimum. So, we walked a mile down Bremer Avenue to the East Bremer Diner. The cold wind whipped across the Cedar River.

River watermarked

Waverly’s main street is vibrant and well-kept. I was happy to find that Dell’s Diner & Asian Garden Restaurant are still open.

main street watermarked

I’ve dreamed of returning to the East Bremer Diner for years. My family and I dined here after our first campus tour.

For lovers of the Diner, this is a beautiful sight.

Salad Dressings watermarked

For those who choose a side salad, the server will bring a big bowl of shredded lettuce and quad of homemade salad dressings in squirt bottles. There’s french, thousand island, ranch and creamy garlic. Use one, or mix and match them all.

My favorite has always been the creamy garlic. Your server will initially identify each dressing, but, in case you forget, the creamy garlic is pinker than the ranch and paler than the thousand island. I used to buy an occasional jar of this dressing for personal home enjoyment. My second favorite is the french, which I normally don’t like. The Diner’s is tangy without being too sweet.

This ritual of starting with a big bowl of shredded iceburg lettuce and squirt bottles of salad dressing an endearing gimmick we always looked forward to. I posted these salad photos on social media and received so much interaction, I’d say it brings back fond memories for many Wartburg students.

Diner Salad Collage

I ordered Cheese Frenchies for lunch. Frenchies are cubes of crispy-coated, fried grilled cheese made with American cheese (and sometimes mayonnaise) and the Diner’s the only place I’ve seen them.

Cheese Frenchies originated at the chain King’s Food Host in Nebraska, Omaha in the early 1960’s. They’ve since fallen out of style, though friends have also spotted them at Don & Millie’s in Omaha & Drake Diner in Des Moines.

Cheese Frenchies watermarked

Jake chose the Beef Submarine with onions and mushrooms. I giggled each time he repeated the entire word “submarine.”  This sandwich was massive and the bread tasted fresh.

Beef Sandwich watermarked

The Diner’s manager, also a Wartburg graduate, saw my tweet about the Diner and visited our table to personally greet us. He said that the menu is practically the same as it was seven years ago, minus a few of the less popular items. We gave him kudos for being so on top of the Diner’s social media while actively managing the restaurant during lunch rush.

Before we drove back to Mason City, I asked Jake to take a photo of me and the Wartburg sign. Funny how I was too nerdy to go to Joe’s Knight Hawk in college, yet too cool to pose by the sign.

Wartburg Sign watermarked

Former President Jack Ohle’s catchphrase referred to Wartburg College as a “tapestry” of which all of us students were the threads.

I’ll spare you the Wartburg song and peppy motto “Be Orange!”, but I will leave you with one final “U-Rah-Rah-Rah. Catharsis is best experienced with Bloody Mary’s and Cheese Frenchies.

What was your school’s catchphrase? And did you have a favorite college town restaurant?

The Villisca Ax Murder House

1912.

In 1912, year my grandma Dorothy was born, the Titanic sank and eight people perished at the hands of an ax murderer in Villisca, Iowa while they slept. To this day, no one has ever been prosecuted for the crime. There were no witnesses and neighbors had wandered through the house tampering with evidence before law enforcement could arrive. Plus, the crime occurred before the existence of DNA testing and a central database of fingerprints. The home began renovations in 1994 and joined the list of National Register of Historic Places in 1998. It often appears on lists of most haunted locations in America and featured on Travel Channel’s Ghost Adventures.

Naturally, I invited my college roommate Bre of Des Moines to join me on a trip to visit the Villisca Ax Murder House since she’s also fascinated by the unusual and the historical. Unlike myself, she’s levelheaded and not easily frightened as long as she never ever encounters any type of clown.

The Villisca Ax Murder House website portrays an isolated, ominous house beneath looming skies. Naturally, this is the scene we expected to find, and our expectations were only exacerbated by our two hour drive through remote, southwestern Iowa without a glimpse of a main street or town, except for the city of Atlantic.

The town of Villisca was not like what we had imagined. Our GPS guided us past stunning homes with sprawling verandas situated along streets lined with mature trees. We blinked twice when we saw a Casey’s on the edge of town and kept our eyes peeled for the ax murder house, thinking it couldn’t possibly be located this closely to a school or beautiful church. It totally was.

There is nothing particularly scary about the house based upon appearances alone. The carloads of families wandering around the property and waiting in groups for tours shattered our visions of pulling up to a quiet, eerie house and greeting a lonely owner for a tour. In fact, I had a difficult time taking a photo of the sign because so many parties scrambled to pose with it. Some merely smiled, while others feigned horror. The Ax Murder House was truly that busy.

Ax Murder House Watermarked

Our lighthearted Ghostbusters mood quickly turned somber at this front sign. We found that neither of us particularly liked it. The comic, Halloweeny font contrasted with the tragedy that occurred within the house in a way that made our stomachs feel funny.

Instead of waiting for a photo opportunity by the sign, we wandered into the gift shop and paid our $10 admission fee. “Is it always this busy,” we asked the owner? “It is,” she confirmed. Especially around Halloween.

We also passed on the souvenir Villisca Ax Murder T-shirts featuring the victims’ faces lined floating above the handle of an ax. Like the house’s sign, the shirts created much cognitive dissonance.

Gift Shop watermark

The owner instructed us to join the group on the picnic tables and wait for next tour. We poked around the grapevines growing around the trellis.

Waiting for Tour Collage

All of a sudden, a visibly upset teenage girl ran out of the house with her dad following close behind. She complained about getting “scratched.” It was a good thing I was too distracted by photographing the grapevines to look at the big scratch on her arm, because I would have nope’d my way out of there and waited for Bre in the car. The tour guide kind of shrugged and said such things happen.

The scratching incident did not scare anyone away, and so our guide began our tour by providing an overview of early 20th century Villisca and the crime. I was fascinated to learn Villisca’s population has actually decreased from 2500 to about 1,200 since 1912.

When the previous group exited the house, we entered in a single-file line and I made sure we walked in the middle. Our guide pointed out where the events of the murder took place and clarified that the furnishings were not original. We were allowed to explore the house and take as many photos as we desired as long as we did not walk onto the weak attic floor. With a wave and a chipper, “Have fun!” she left us to our own devices.

The two family photos on the walls are real.

Family photo watermarked

Everyone deals with unease and fear in varying ways. Bre and I treated the house like a grave site, moving through each room in a somber, delicate manner while others cracked jokes and nervously giggled.

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The house was so small that we walked upstairs in shifts. Each step bumped and creaked and when someone dropped their phone, we all jumped.

Upstairs Collage

One young man thought it would be funny to hide in one of the children’s bedrooms and jump out to scare a friend. Unfortunately, the person he launched himself at turned out to be someone other than his friend.

Bre and I didn’t linger very long inside the home. Simply put, we felt a huge degree of sadness. I also developed a headache, more influenced by the fact that I entered the house hyperventilating out of unease, than by any supernatural influence.

As the first ones out, we chatted with our tour guide, a Villisca resident, and asked her how the community feels about the Ax Murder House being the town’s main tourist attraction. She replied that the community used to feel less enthusiastic about their claim to fame but now appreciates how it cultivates tourism. Before she left to greet the next group of tourists, she suggested we peruse their binders of accounts written by people who spent the night.

This one gave us the most goosebumps.

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The cellar doors are opened wide to invite guests to visit this most recently renovated part of the house. We walked beneath the house for a brief moment and stared out at the sky. “Wouldn’t it be strange if the doors suddenly swung shut?”I asked. Bre’s icy gaze said “no,” and we hightailed it out of there.

Cellar View

On the way home, we cruised around Villisca’s main street area. The Rialto theater and an open cafe caught my eye. Des Moines Chef & Restauranteur George Formaro recommends the pork tenderloin at TJ’s Cafe

Villisca Collage

So, what types of people travel to the site of an early 20th century ax murder, anyway? People who are simply interested in history or are fascinated by the unusual. Ghost hunters grasping for an encounter with the paranormal and people with a strong stomach for gallows humor. There are lots of people like us and we learned that we aren’t quite as strange as we had fancied ourselves.

Like Bre, my initial reaction to our visit to the Villisca Ax Murder House was to feel bothered that the actual site of a horrific murder is treated as a spooky, boo! attraction. But as macabre as a pilgrimage to this house may seem, another reality is that it’s bringing visitors to Villisca and ensuring that no one will forget these families any time soon.

Travel Information: Villisca, Iowa is located four hours from Mason City, Iowa, two hours from Des Moines & one hour from Omaha, NE. Tour season spans April 1st-November 1st, Tuesday-Sunday between 1-4 p.m. with the last tour beginning at 3:30. Admission costs $10. The house is also available to rent overnight for $428 for up to six people. Bre knows someone who rented the house with friends. He reported that nothing unusual happened, though one girl felt scared and slept in the car. I really can’t blame her. 

Regarding age-appropriateness, I saw families with youth that appeared to be as young as 10. Obviously, the subject matter discussed is graphic and disturbing. Frankly, I was disturbed by the teen who claimed to have gotten “scratched.” The grade-school version of myself would not handled a visit to this house well, as I remember how scared I felt visiting Ford’s Theater in elementary school. 

For further reading: Interesting article published in Salon: Blood, gore, tourism: The ax murderer who saved a small town by Nick Kowalczyk

Franklin County Harvest Bloggers Tour

Disclaimer: The Franklin County Harvest Bloggers Tour was sponsored by the The Franklin County Chamber of Commerce & Franklin County Farm Bureau who provided our lodging, meals and activities. All opinions and thoughts are my own. 

At Jeni Eats, I don’t just eat.

Although I primarily blog about experiences through the lens of food, I whole heartedly seek opportunities to explore new communities, whether near or far, and learn about lifestyles different from my own. The topic of food can be extremely divisive, but it can also bring people together. Three and a half years of blogging has brought me new experiences and connected me with people I’d never meet through my day-to-day interactions. It’s also given me the courage to break bread with strangers and for this, my life is richer and much more interesting.

When the Franklin County Harvest Blogger Tour extended an invitation to spend the weekend in Hampton, I gladly accepted.

We received the warmest welcome possible. I was most struck by the hospitality the community showered upon us. Most everyone who hosted components of the event did so on a volunteer basis, whether providing us with tours or showing us around their farms. Volunteers fed us home-cooked meals prepared during their time off and joined us during early mornings and evenings, often introducing us to their families.

Through my travels, I’ve observed that there’s something remarkably humbling about being cared for by strangers while away from home. Humble pie can taste harsh or sweet, but either way, there’s always something to be learned.

Here are some vignettes describing our whirlwind weekend:

Our Digs

Country Heritage Collage

Most of us stayed at the Country Heritage Bed & Breakfast. My GPS led me astray on the way to the B & B. I thanked my lucky stars when Donna randomly found me on the side of the road with a dead phone, cursing my brains out. She led me to Country Heritage where we turned right at the pink sign advertising their Giggling Goat gift shop.

My home away from home was the Inspiration Suite. We joked that I’d have to live up to its namesake. It provided a comfortable place to unwind after busy days. Each room was equipped with a whirlpool bath and private balcony.

I was especially taken with my sparkly chandelier.

Chandelier

The owners were gracious and helped us get situated. On Saturday night, they warmed us with a comforting meal of three homemade soups. Jake joined us for dinner and our favorite was beef and vegetable. Simple foods are not so simple when someone nails them. We were surprised to learn that Lacey, who prepared this soup, did so for the first time and without a recipe.

Beth and I greeted their trio of 10-month old Pygmi goats each morning with a handful of corn. They giggled as they hopped and skipped around their yard. I tried to snap the perfect photo all weekend.

Goat Collage

Where have these been my whole life?

Reeve Electrical Association Plant
Our first stop took us to the REA Museum, a former power plant that became operational in 1938. According to the official website, it was the “First Coop in the nation to put farmer-owned generated electricity out on farmer-owned lines.” The plant was renovated in 1989 and is listed on the National Registered of Historic Places.

Outside electric museum

Darwin Meyer, a board member on the Franklin County Historical Society, volunteered as our tour guide for both the REA Plant and historical museum. We peeked at components of the original plant and looked at displays of household appliances from years’ past such as old stoves and a gas-powered washing machine.

I can’t remember the intended purpose of the giant wheel, but it reminded me of the Iron Throne so I got a little bit Cersai Lannister with my selfies.

REA Plant One Collage

Beeds Lake Spillway
This evening was teeth-chatteringly cold and windy at sunset, but worth this shot.

Beed

It’s one of my favorite photos from the trip.

Carlson Tree Farm

carlson Collage

The Carlson family operates a Christmas tree farm in Hampton, along with a lodge that the community is welcome to reserve for personal events at whatever cost the party is able to pay. They also teach wreath making classes around the holidays. Dennis Carlson provides outdoor educational opportunities for many school groups and Cathy Carlson (pictured above) produces locally grown and milled whole wheat flour, which I recently added some to an all-butter pie crust that I used for mini quiches.

We unwound in the lodge during our first night over appetizers and wine from TownsEnd Winery located in Hansel, Iowa. Fortunately, wine tasting commenced after Donna and I started running into things with the Carlsons’ wiggle cars. My favorite wines were the cranberry and gooseberry varieties. Our hosts sent us home with our own bottle of cranberry wine, which has had me singing “Cranberry wine, thiiiiirty,” all week. Believe it or not, it’s not getting old.

It was all fun and games until Dennis brought out a bowl of bugs. As part of his nature education sessions, he challenges kids to try eating a mealworm or cricket. If they succeed, they earn an “I ate a bug today!” sticker.

Bug phobia and all, I wanted that sticker. I reluctantly stared at the mealworm in the palm of my hand. “Eat it, don’t pop it like an Aspirin,” exclaimed a friend as I consumed it with swig of cranberry wine. And when I got home, I caught my dog trying to eat the “I ate a bug” sticker.” I had to pry it out of his mouth.

Combine Rides
Until this weekend, I’d never even touched a piece of farm equipment. We got up close and personal with the Plagge’s. Val Plagge of Corn, Beans, Pigs & Kids is actually one of the first bloggers I met after moving to North Iowa. We’ve spent time together on many occasions, but never before at her farm. She introduced Jake and I to the Franklin County Fair last July where we won green ribbons in a cake decorating contest.

Farm Scene

Val’s husband took each us on combine rides as he harvested corn, patiently explaining the difference between a combine and a tractor and red vs. green. Their son literally couldn’t believe his ears when we told him it was our first time riding a combine.

Combine CollageA monitor next to the driver’s seat is equipped with GPS and monitors data such as the corn’s moisture and quantity harvested. The points on the front of the combine effortlessly moved between the rows of corn trimming the stalks into little nubs we kept tripping over because we forgot to lift our knees up high. It reminded me of the time-eating Langoliers I once watched in a movie, except that it consumed corn.

Tractor Tire

I got a kick out of the “pew pew pew” noise it made at the end of each row.

Farm Kitties Are The Best

Farm Kitties Collage

Cute critters turn me into a googly-eyed fool. I got to snuggle lots of farm kitties at Carlson Tree Farm and Roy and Jeannie Arend’s farm in Alexander. The Arends spoke to us about their farm and described the challenges our weather poses. They offered us apples from their trees and took bloggers on combine rides through their soybean field. In the top right photo, Jeanie introduces one of her snuggliest kitties to Beth & Nic’s daughter.

Historical Museum & Latham Hi-Tech Seeds
In addition to combine rides, Saturday’s activities also included a trip to the Franklin County Historical Museum and a tour of Latham Hi-Tech Seeds. I found my childhood in the historical museum as part of a display about top toys throughout the decades. What is happening?

Game boy

After touring Latham’s seed processing facility and learning about what operations are like during harvest, we enjoyed a lunch of smoked pork sandwiches and Val’s much-talked about Sweet & Spicy Hog Wild Beans while two ladies from Ag in the Classroom program shared examples of their lessons with us. I was mind-blown when they explained that each stalk of corn only grows one ear.

Latham Collage

Main Street Hampton & The Windsor
Hampton has a vibrant Main Street. Beth and I ordered our usual Dirty Chai’s (chai with a shot of espresso) at Rustic Brew to fuel us through a brief tour of the shops. Rustic Brew also houses a microbrewery.

Hampton Main Street Collage

Hampton’s Main Street is also home to the Windsor Theater where we we attended a vaudeville show called “An Evening Like It Used To Be.” The theater was built in 1913, remodeled in 1999, and rumors say it’s slightly haunted.

The two women collecting tickets were striking. They donned glamorous capes and pink feather boas while many others also dressed the part.

We found our seats among a full house. I’ve never seen a silent film before and was surprised by funny and relevant I found it. The rest of the variety show included singing, dancing, and comedy sketches. We had a grand time laughing at dad jokes, participating in a group sing-along and eating buttery popcorn. Did you know there’s an Iowa song?

Our tour ended over a breakfast of homemade cinnamon rolls and eggbake at the ABCM Rehabilitation Center. Like the Wandering Tourists describe, our visit to the care facility made me feel bittersweet. I thought of my grandparents who have since passed away and reflected on the twists and turns life has taken me on since I began blogging.

Three and a half years ago, I was a graduate student and herbalist’s apprentice who typed posts from the center island of our old condo in Bloomington, Minnesota. I never imagined blogging would bring me to Franklin County, Iowa where I would become obsessed with cranberry wine and pygmi goats and ride a combine.

Cheers always to new adventures.

Girls combine

Extra special thanks to Jennifer Healy of the Franklin County Farm Bureau, Kristina Raisch of the Chamber of Commerce, Larry Sailer, & Larry of ABCM for spending the entire weekend with us. 

Fellow Harvest Blogger Tour Participants:
DonnaDonna Hup
Beth: It’s Just Life
Bethany & Nick (and twins): Sawdust and Embryos
Lisa & Tim: The Walking Tourists

Things I Like: Springish Edition

It’s spring, sort of.

Thunderstorms have replaced snow storms. I think I’m ok with this, though they bring their own kind of devastation. The warmer weather makes my commute to work through rural North Iowa safer and I can’t get enough of the smell of other people grilling.

For the first time, we find ourselves in a home without a basement with a dog who is terrified of thunder, lightning and wind. We learned reacts to thunderstorms by hiding in the bathroom, shaking, and hiccuping.

We’ve also gotten ourselves on the “every other week” track to and from the Twin Cities this month so we can join our family and old friends for holidays and celebrations.

I’m doing my best to keep up with this blog that I love, but find myself needing to take a few more breathers than normal due to fatigue after our weekend travels and adjusting to a staffing transition at work. I also enjoy ghost writing for companies’ blogs on the side.

Despite the chaos of the past month, I’ve gotten to try some new things. Here are some of my recent favorites, both food and nonfood alike:

Unc'sTaste, Osage, IA
I work across the alley from this bakery and cafe. You can buy Cabin Coffee beverages on one side and freshly baked sweets and meals on the other.

Restaurants in North Iowa are slower to embrace social media so I appreciate how Taste frequently updates their Facebook page highlighting specials. I noticed their efforts to offer a creative lunch menu and stopped by one afternoon to try their shrimp taco special for $6.

I liked the flavorful, garlicky sauce and crunchy, fresh cabbage, bell peppers and greens. The shrimp were plentiful and nicely grilled so that they retained that snappy texture. I look forward to trying more lunch specials and keep eying their giant muffins.

Rookie’s, Clear Lake, IA
We visited Rookie’s (the bar connected to Sevens) located on the main drag just blocks from Clear Lake on our last date night. Rookie’s is also a local establishment that’s really faithful about updating their Facebook page.

The bartenders were friendly, the drinks were surprisingly inexpensive, and the food was better than expected. We sat around the big horseshoe bar and felt comfortable just enjoying our time and lingering.

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The sweet potato fries were crispy and coated in a course black pepper seasoning. The dipping sauce was notably good and I think I tasted mustard.

Jake was satisfied with his Cajun chicken sandwich while I ordered the seared lemon-pepper cod entrée ($15) that came with two big fillets, a side salad, and choice of potato. The cod was nicely seasoned and cooked, the homemade vinaigrette was pleasantly balanced and tasted similarly to what I make at home, and the hashbrowns arrived in a heaping plate with a crispy crust.

God bless North Iowa for offering shredded hash browns as a potato choice and ranch with most everything fried.

I’m glad we could experience the laid-back, locals centric version of Rookie’s before the summer crowds hit but that will be fun, too. We were so preoccupied with moving last summer that we didn’t spend much time in Clear Lake.

DSC_0030Homemade Pork Fried Rice
Pork fried rice is part of our standard Chinese take-out order.

Restaurants usually include one carton of steamed white rice per entrée so I like to transform the leftovers into my own fried rice.

Years ago before the United Noodle deli remodel, I used to visit for lunch. I loved that they made their fried rice taste so light and seasoned it with black pepper. Theirs is what I aim to recreate.

At home, I tip the scale in favor of fresh vegetables, meat and scrambled eggs, and use FAR less oil than a restaurant. My biggest pet peeve about Chinese take-out is when it’s an oil slick. Why is this necessary?

I marinated the pork in soy sauce, honey, garlic, ginger, onion, and sesame oil. Once I added the rice to the work with the cooked vegetables, garlic and proteins, I seasoned everything with more of the marinade ingredients and served it with a big, green salad.

Jim Gaffigan, Obsessed
On Sunday evening, I caught Jim Gaffigan’s new comedy special Obsessed after Game of Thrones.

A Song of Fire & Ice written by George R.R. Martin is far from flowers and sunshine, but I swear HBO aims to depict everything as gross and shocking as possible.

I had to practically peel myself off of the floor after last week’s episode. It was a happy accident that I stumbled upon Obsessed which wiped away Game of Throne’s lingering horror, death, and despair. I laughed out loud through the whole special and appreciated how many bits poked fun at food.

In a perfect world, new Jim Gaffigan specials will always follow each episode of Game of Thrones!

Almond Milk
We’ve become fond of almond milk. I think it tastes better than soy and rice milk, and we add it to our coffee and cereal. Plus, I’m lactose intolerant. Coincidently, we first tried it on the same day Beth wrote about including it in her top five fridge essentials. Do you have a favorite milk alternative?

Tropical Rum Beverages
Sipping a homemade cocktail made with pineapple juice and spiced rum doesn’t make me forget about this weather, but it certainly dulls the edge.

Casey’s General Store Pizza By The Slice
I have a fondness for this gas station pizza.

Casey’s General Stores are located all over the Midwest, but I don’t remember seeing one until I went to college in Iowa. Classmates often mentioned how much they liked Casey’s pizza, but I never tried it because I didn’t believe them.

Before you run out to a Casey’s or think I’m nuts, let me clarify what I mean by good. Casey’s pizza is good in the sense that it’s much better than what one would expect from a gas station. I like it better than the skads of frozen pizzas we’re tried (except Heggie’s) and prefer it to most pizza delivery chains. Just check your expectations and don’t go expecting Broders’ or Cossetta’s.

 

An Update & Snapshots Of Northern Iowa & Southern Minnesota

After a month of house hunting, we’ve decided to rent for now.

Our realtor connected us with a family who is renting us their parents’ home on a flexible basis. It’s located in a friendly neighborhood and has a big yard and a patio. I’m ecstatic to reunite with a kitchen, even if it’s borrowed. During the past month of hotel life, I’ve maintained a checklist of foods I want to cook as soon as I get a kitchen. Knoephla soup and buttermilk pie are at the top.

We never expected the market to be so hectic. We hear that many senior citizens are moving to Mason City to be close to it’s hospital. Homes sell before Realtors even list them online and there are always multiple offers. Sometimes sellers list homes but prefer to sell to family or friends, and sometimes sellers don’t actually want to sell at all. On our last unsuccessful bid, the other party offered over the list price in cash. How do you compete with that?

Renting will allow us to pursue a home at a more relaxed pace in which we only offer what we want to offer. Hopefully, we’ll have a better chance at landing a home as the season nears winter when less folks want to move.

Hotel life still prevents us from dining out during the work week, but I’ve gotten to explore my new community. Here are some snapshots of communities in northern Iowa and southern Minnesota.

Charles City, IA

Suspension Bridge crossing the Cedar River

Reading Girl statue in Charles City’s central park. Cool, creepy or both? Why is she popping of the ground like that? Where’s her bottom half? 

Clear Lake, IA

Clear Lake dock on a hot and sunny July 3rd. 

Dows, IA

Dows is located about 30-minutes south of Mason City on I-35. There’s a large welcome center and restored blacksmith shop. According to TJs Great Places, Creme de la Creme is a nice place to stop for lunch and ice cream. The terrain is interspersed with little lakes. 


Owatonna, MN
On the way to the Twin Cities this week, my friend introduced me to Albert Lea, MN, located about 40 minutes north of Mason City on I-35. She treated me to a huge slice of homemade pizza from Jake’s, a popular lunch spot. 
You’ll find this statue along I-35 in Owatonna, MN in Christian Family Church’s parking lot. It’s visible from the freeway and located near Cabella’s. 
I found mention of this statue while searching Roadside America for detour possibilities. The statue is officially titled “This Coming King,” though the article mentions locals may refer to it as “Burger King Jesus” and “Hi Ho Jesus.” 
Strangely enough, the statue’s artist Max Greiner, Jr. claims he and his family, along with the interior of their home, were covered in millions of Glory Dust particles. He writes on his website that the particles are a miraculous substance not found on earth and also cites many other miracles related the creation of this statue.  

Sadly, I had no encounteres with Glory Dust. I’m not sure the statue is worthy of a detour, but you might as well stop by if you are visiting Cabella’s.

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